All Chapters of Sinful desires.: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The last thing I needed in this life was getting a prostate checked by the team doctor who also happened to be my best friend and getting hard.****“Why are you here again?” Ronan groaned as he glared up from his desk when the door opened.The late-afternoon light slanted through the blinds of the training facility’s medical office, striping the polished wood of his desk and the papers scattered across it. He looked tired in that familiar way—shoulders slightly hunched, dark hair mussed from running a hand through it too many times, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled to the elbows. The team had just finished a brutal practice, and I’d already showered and changed, but the low ache in my lower back had been nagging me for weeks. I’d ignored it, the way athletes do, until the thought of someone else handling the examination became more unbearable than the idea of asking him.“What the hell? You should be happy to see me,” I scoffed, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. T

Okay, so I went to get my prostate checked by my best friend, and I happened to like it a little too much and jerked off to it and even fingered my own ass. Big deal.There’s nothing wrong with it. That’s what I kept repeating every time the memory surfaced—usually at the worst possible moments. In the shower. In bed at two in the morning. In the middle of trying to force down breakfast I couldn’t taste. Nothing wrong with a body reacting to direct stimulation of a nerve-dense gland. Nothing wrong with discovering that particular pressure could short-circuit every coherent thought. Nothing wrong with coming so hard afterward that my legs had shaken for a solid minute.But why have I been avoiding Ronan for five days now and not responding to any of his calls and texts? Because I’m embarrassed. Mortified, actually. How do I tell him—my freaking best friend, the guy who has seen me puke after double practices and held ice packs to every injury I’ve ever had—that I got turned on so badly

All of this—all of this—was Ronan’s fault.If he hadn’t said all those things to me—practically encouraged me—maybe I could have stayed blissfully unaware. At least once I’d shoved that first medical mishap down far, far away into the deepest corner of my mind where inconvenient truths went to die. I could have chalked the whole thing up to nerves, to the weird intimacy of being examined by someone I trusted, to a one-time glitch in the system. I could have gone back to normal.But no. He’d said those things. He’d looked me dead in the eye and told me the prostate was a magical thing that plenty of straight guys took advantage of. He’d laughed like it was nothing. And then he’d walked out of my apartment leaving me hard and aching and completely fucked in the head.So I’d done my research.Late at night, phone brightness turned all the way down, I’d scrolled through medical articles and anonymous forum posts and carefully worded Reddit threads. He was right. Straight guys did this. A

“My apologies, sir. Perhaps I should stop holding back.”The words were low, almost polite, but the shift in his tone was unmistakable. Holding back? I barely had time to process them before his free hand closed around my upper arm and yanked me upright. The sudden movement dragged a startled sound from my throat. In the next breath he turned me and pushed me down hard, chest flush against the cool surface of the examination table. A loud, shameless moan escaped me at the manhandling—the sheer strength of it, the way he positioned me exactly how he wanted without hesitation.Ronan shoved me down more firmly with one large palm between my shoulder blades, pinning me in place, and then drove his fingers in hard against my oversensitive prostate.I moaned like a whore—loud, undignified, completely beyond control. Oh god, he wasn’t messing around anymore. The careful teasing was gone. What replaced it was relentless. His fingers became an unyielding force inside me, thick and precise, g

“Reed…”Ronan groaned my name again, the sound rough and strained as he moved his hips more desperately against me. The thick, hard length of him slid along the slick cleft of my ass. Even through the remaining fabric I could feel how big he was.“Perhaps… shit… we ain’t done with the full examination yet.”The words broke on another low moan. He pulled back just far enough to shove his sweatpants down. The soft sound of fabric dropping suddenly felt deafening in the quiet office.Fuck.My whole body shivered hard.What had I actually invited him to do just now? Was he going to—to fuck me? Right here, right now?I should say something.But what if I didn’t?What if I stayed quiet and simply let him do whatever came next? What if Ronan lined himself up and slid straight into the loosened, slick hole he had spent the last half hour working open? He could do it so easily. One firm grip on my hips, one steady thrust, and he would be buried inside me. He could hold me down exactly like th